I have been reading a lot supernatural fanfics lately so I had to try to create one myself. I don't speak English as my first language so I am really sorry for all the mistakes. I would love to have your opinion about this fic and I am not sure that do I continue this with other chapters but I guess it depends on you guys. And please let me know if you liked this or hated it either way enjoy.
Notifications: I do not own (sadly) supernatural or anything related to that.
Warnings: Mentions of attempted suicide, self harm (In this fic they are just assumptions not a real deal)
And last but not least I have to say that there might be something that doesn't add up with the show. Those mistakes might be pretty much just little details but still if I have something wrong please notify me so I can fix em.
I wake up disoriented. But one thing I am certain of, I am at a hospital. Why am I at hospital is a big mystery now but I think it has to do something with the shape shifter hunt I was on yesterday. I open my eyes. I try to sit up but I can't because I am restrained, why in the fuck I'm restrained. Panic is building up inside me. Did the feds get me, did they get Sammy. What the fuck is going on. I try to get my hands free but I can't. Hospital room's door opens and inside comes nurse and a doctor. Doctor speaks up: "Hello Dean my name is Lena, you gave us quite a scare. So how are you feeling?" I look at the woman trying to figure out what is happening. After a while doctor writes something on her clipboard and I realize that I didn't answer her question. The nurse checks my vitals and heads out of the door. "So Dean I understand why you don't want to speak at this moment but I promise everything is going to get better." Doctor says sincerely. "Where's?" ,I cough, "Where is Sammy?", I ask. "Your brother and Father will be here soon" Doctor promises. What father? Dad's dead, has been for eight long years. "Dad?" I choke out accidentally. The doctor eyes me concerned then says: "Dean can you tell me what day is it?", "Wednesday?", I say because yesterday was Tuesday. "What about what is the date of this day?", Doctor continues with a soft voice, so the day went obliviously wrong. "Umm, 27th june 2014?",I say questioning. Oh fuck now the doctor looks really worried. "Dean honey it is 16th October 1996", "WHAT?" I say maybe little too loudly.
Someone knocks on the door and head pokes in "Excuse me Dean Winchesters family is eager to see him so are you ready here." a male nurse asks. "Yeah, they can come in" The doctor says. The nurse opens the door wider and in walks so young and scared looking Sammy and little weird looking dad. I can't breath. Sam runs when he sees me and hugs me tightly. " Why did you do it Dean?", Sammy whispers, "Was it because of me, I'm sorry if it was my fault, I'm sorry." Sam starts to cry. "Wha?, No Sam, no." I say shootingly. I remember the restrains again when I try to hug Sam. "Why am I tied up?" I ask. "It's for your own safety Dean." Dad speaks up making my stomach flip. " You are dead, I saw you die."Oh shit did I say that out loud. Dad and the doctor exchanges looks and the doctor takes a step forward to me. " Dean who's dead?" She ask calmly. Almost everyone who I have ever loved. " Nobody." I reply. Doctor goes out in to the hallway with my dad and leaves me and Sam by ourselves for a moment. "Sam how old are you?", I ask. Sam gives me a strange look and then says: "Twelve, soon thirteen", " What did you mean by that, that you did see dad die?" Sammy asks. "Sammy Dad supposed to be dead or he was when I last time checked, he died eight years ago don't you remember?", fuck, fuck, fuck I forgot that which Sam I was talking to. And it seems that the doctor heard my story too. God damn it, I am so screwed.
"Dean your father and I have decided that you are spending the next week in the psychiatric wing, while we sort this situation out and if necessary you'll stay longer." The doctor says. WHAT? Hell no, I am not going to spend a week with some nut jobs." No, you can't do that, I don't even know what did I do?", I say panicking. "Son you tried to kill yourself.", Dad says, " And honestly if I had another way, I'd use it but I don't. And it is just a week, it can't be that bad", he continues. "Dad no, Dad you need to listen to me. I don't know what the heck is going on, I am 35 years old and you should be dead and Sammy should be 31. Dad something supernatural happened to me. Please don't leave me here I have figure out why the hell am I in year 1996.", I shout as the doctor escorts Sammy and Dad out of the room.
"Dean you need to calm down, okay. We have to move you into the psychiatric side of the hospital." The doctor says shootingly. " Don't tell me what to do lady", I spat. The woman nods and starts moving the bed. " So here we are.", she says." So you'll spend here a week, you get your own room." She says as she rolls me into a small room with a bed. " I am going to leave now but in a second your psychiatric should come to have a chat with you.", the doctor tells. I look my surroundings everything is dull and the room is small and contains only the bed and on drawer. I need to figure out what happened on the hunt. But it'll be hard from here. What if I just close my eyes and everything goes back the way it were. Oh my god, oh my god, what if, what if I'd made everything better this time around. Nobody would have to die, Sammy would have a better life. I could do that right, I could. Door opens and in comes a fine looking man who is most likely my psychiatric. " Hello Dean my name is Dr. Michael Lawson and I am your psychiatric. I will be having sessions with you twice a day for the next week and you will also be attending to group session with other residents here." The psycho mambo jambo says. "So in you file here reads that you are here for suicide attempt and you seem have some kind of psychosis." he says professionally. " Listen Doc I did not try to kill myself and I ain't have that psycho thingy so could you just let me go home." I say annoyed. "It is psychosis which means that you're reality has become surreal and you have difficulties of separating reality and your imagination and Dean you are still a minor which means that this is not your decision to make are you here whether not." Doc says flatly with his annoying accent. " Now I think you want to get out of those restrains", Doc says, "If you try anything after I've taken those of you have them back o before you can say your name alright", he says as he starts open my left hands restrainer. I just nod. " We don't want you to hurt yourself nor the others, especially not yourself", he continues. So I am seventeen again. I don't feel a lot different expect maybe a little smaller and my voice definitely higher than it was.
I sit up and for the first time I understand why they think I tried to kill myself. My both hands has a deep cut on wrists. The shape shifter kidnapped me and for some reason wanted to drain me out of blood. And I have a cut too in my palm which I made myself because I needed some fast blood to do the sigil. And that was before the draining me out of blood thingy. The doctor saw me looking at my arms. " You've tried suicide before", the doctor stated and after seeing oblivious confusion on my face he added, " I saw the other scars." "Oh yeah?", I say. " I am not sure what are we having battle against but Dean I promise that I'll help you trough it even though it doesn't seem that is gonna get better right now but I promise it will.", " Now I am going to leave you to get settled and sleep so good night and we'll see tomorrow, okay?", he says. I nod. " Good night", he says as he leaves the room and locks the door behind. Little shut eye might do something good. Maybe this is just a hallucination or dream from the hunt, At least I fucking hope so.